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work is fiction, fantasy, and in no way meant to reflect reality.  Sexual
abuse of minors is a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to
engage in such behavior to seek help immediately.

   This story is going to meander in a variety of ways and will address a
variety of kinks.  As such, I will try and include a brief description of
which kinds of acts will be happening at the beginning of each chapter so
readers will know what to avoid.
Title: Collin in CummyLand

   Last Updated: 2/7/18

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   Without further ado...

   Chapter 7 (Boy/Beasts)

   Collin stood at the edge of a sheer cliff as he stared out into the land
beyond the mountains.  Desert sands stretched for miles to his left, right,
and the horizon directly in front of him.  From this high perch, he could
see the brick path meander its way down rocky slopes before meeting the
desert floor and, like an unbent hero, proceeding bravely onward into the
sand dunes.  Collin figured he'd be out of the mountains soon but he didn't
relish the path ahead.  The incline was intimidating but the hot winds he
could feel, sweeping up from the sun-baked land beyond, intimidated him
more.  Taking a deep breath, the youngster continued his journey.

   A rock formation jutted out near the path a short while later but
Collin, his mind on the sand dunes in the distance, paid it no mind until a
deep reverberating growl shocked him out of his contemplation.  Before he
could turn, a thick padded paw shot out from a wide crack and grasped the
boy under his shoulder, hauling Collin off his feet.  He crashed into a
furry chest before a second paw wrapped around his hip and pinned the boy
to a large man-shaped creature that went bounding deeper into the fissure
as Collin tried to get a look at his assailant.

   Though there was plenty of light above, the awkward angle at which
Collin was being held and the narrowness of the rocky pathway made it
difficult to tell what manner of creature had grabbed him.  Fearing injury
if he struggled, Collin relaxed his body and played dead.

   The boy didn't need to wait long before he was unceremoniously dumped
onto soft dirt in a small enclosure that held a waterfall, some dense
foliage, and a variety of cracks and fissures that seemed to lead through
hidden mountain passageways.  Above him, the sky showed sapphire blue and
the birds sang a joyous song.  But while this veiled mountain glen would
normally have been great fun to explore, the preteen found himself instead
shaking with fear at the sight of the large creatures lolling about on
every rocky ledge and boulder he could see.

   Then Collin's eyes fell on his assailant and the boy, on his hands and
knees, began to piss himself.  The creature that had grabbed him was
staring down at him, its teeth barred and drool dripping from its curled
lips.  It was man shaped and stood on two legs, big as a tall human and
muscled like a professional weightlifter.  It had vaguely wolfish features
and "werewolf" seemed to spring up in Collin's mind as it sought a
comparison.  The creature was greyish silver, with short fur and paws that
were hand-like in their outline.  It began to sniff the air.

   Collin heard movement throughout the glen as other creatures shifted in
place and he saw other figures in his peripheral vision.  Some, he could
tell immediately, were like this werewolf creature, though smaller in
stature and bulk.  Others, he realized, were actual wolves, walking on
all-fours but no less intimidating.

   His big assailant squatted in front of the boy and contained to sniff
the air, growling with slightly less malice than before.  It was the Alpha,
Collin suddenly realized.  The pack leader.  Suddenly, the Alpha's arm shot
out and grasped Collins robe, pulling it off the boy in one quick movement
and throwing it into the crack through which it and Collin had come just
moments before.  Collin, his thighs wet with cooling urine and still on his
hands and knees, shivered while avoiding the Alpha's eyes.  The growling
stopped.

   Almost languidly, the Alpha crawled around Collin while sniffing at the
boy.  His armpits.  His neck.  His cock.  His feet.  His ass.  Collin
jumped when the creature's wet tongue suddenly swiped from the bottom of
his balls up his ass-crack and over his sensitive puckered hole and he
groaned a moment later when a second, third, and fourth swipe of the tongue
roughly pushed his hairless globes apart to expose his winking anus to the
creature behind him.  Collin blushed then as he looked up and saw the
man-wolves had all begun to become erect, their large pink cock's growing
out of their furry nether regions.  The wolves, too, had long doggy-dicks
rapidly swelling beneath them as the onlookers watched their Alpha rapidly
tongue the human boy's backside.

   Quite suddenly, the big alpha mounted him and Collin squeaked as the
creature's furry body rubbed all over his ass, hips, back, and shoulders.
It's head appeared just above his left ear and the boy felt the creature's
long tongue, which was hanging out of a panting mouth, smack the side of
his head as the creature shimmied and maneuvered.  Then, quite suddenly,
the creature hunched forward and it's thick cockhead pushed against
Collin's well lubricated rosebud.  Collin took a deep breath and the Alpha
hunched again, forcing it's cock all the way into Collin's ass in one
mighty push.

   "AHHH!!!" Collin hollered at the sudden invasion, the long doggy-dick
immediately pounding away at his twitching hole.  "OH!  OH!  AH!  OH! 
SHIT! AH!" the boy wailed at each thrust, the fucking coming in swift
brutal strikes that caused the boy's cock to harden almost immediately.

   "YEAH!  OH!  YEAH!  SHIT!  AHH!  YEAH!" Collin continued to squeal, the
pleasure now racing up his spine as the Alpha's curved cock found his
sensitive prostate and the creature began to jackhammer him with a purpose.
Collin, the pleasure numbing his mind, began a long low moan and thrust his
head back into the Alpha's shoulder as he closed his eyes in bliss.  Soon,
the boy's mouth was hanging open and his own tongue was hanging out, drool
dripping to the ground below him in time with the panting grunting Alpha.

   The creature suddenly removed it's right hand from the ground and,
grasping Collin's head, turned the boy's face and shoved it's long tongue
deep in his mouth in a perverse imitation of a kiss.  The boy responded,
his small human tongue battling the much larger wolf-man's while the
creature continued to fuck him furiously.  Releasing Collin, the creature
lifted it's head and howled in delight, the sound echoing off the walls. 
Many other howls joined it and Collin, through the haze of pleasure, saw
other wolves and werewolves copulating furiously through the hollow.

   One wolf appeared in front of Collin then, it's long thick doggy-cock
hanging below it's belly and twitching in lust.  Collin wasted no time and
reached out, grasping the hot shaft and sliding it deep into his mouth.  He
bobbed up and down on the wolf-cock and the beast grunted in appreciation
before adding it's own cry to the general chorus.

   The wolf erupted a moment later as blast after blast of dog-spunk filled
Collin's mouth before the boy pulled off the pulsing cock; receiving
several more blasts to the face.  Others began cumming and Collin, the
Alpha's cock sawing relentlessly over his aching button, cried out as his
own boycock erupted untouched and spurt after spurt of boycum hit him in
the chest and chin.

   "AAAAGGGGHHHH!!!!" he wailed as he came, the Alpha on top of him making
use of Collin's spasming asshole to pound him a half dozen more times
before roaring and letting loose it's own seed.  Hot gushing rivers of
spunk poured into Collin but the boy, lost in his own deep orgasm, barely
noticed as he twitched on the ground like a newborn pup.

   It wasn't till moments later that Collin even realized something was
amiss.  He lay on the ground near the entrance, recovering from his intense
climax, but the Alpha was gone.  Instead, sounds of battle and the gnashing
of teeth filled the glen and Collin, looking up from his daze, realized
several of the wolves and werewolves were fighting with each other while
many others lay around panting and watching with interest.

   Collin was confused.  What were they doing?  Then, as the scrum
continued, it became clearer and clearer to the boy that this was some sort
of dispute over station.  Some of the smaller creatures had attacked some
of the larger and it seemed, the boy suddenly realized, that the pack was
reorganizing it's hierarchy.  The lust and sexual orgy must have emboldened
the weaker creatures to seize their chance at prestige by striking out at
their betters.

   Perhaps it was time to leave?

   [StorySplit 7A/7B)

   7A (Continue the Story).

   With the fierce battle for dominance waging, Collin crawled backwards to
the crack in the rock face, found his robe, and quietly slipped away from
the pack.  Before he knew it, he was on the brick path and racing down the
mountain towards the desert below.

   7B (End the Story).

   "In a moment," he mumbled to himself, watching the melee with interest.
Large muscled bodies smashed into each other while teeth snapped and blood
ran from bites.  Collin, for his part, sat still and quiet while enthralled
by the violence before him.  Soon, though, it seemed the pack was becoming
settled as combatants submitted to each other and the noise began to
recede. Collin, realizing it was time to go, turned toward the entrance.

   The Alpha stood there, watching the battle finish while eyeing Collin
with a lusty gaze.  Collin swallowed, realizing he may have missed his
opportunity to leave.  The Alpha's impressive cock, he noticed, was
starting to grow.  Turning, he saw many of the other pack-members were also
hard.

   Many months passed and the chance to escape always eluded him.  Though
the pack never ate him and indeed treated him quite well, keeping him warm
and playing with him and bringing him surprisingly edible plants and
fruits, the twelve-year-old spent most of his time sucking doggie dicks,
taking werewolf cocks up the ass, and generally covered in torrents of
wolf-spunk while cumming like a bitch in heat.

   Then, one morning, Collin woke up to sunlight streaming through his
bedroom window.  He was...  back home?  No longer in Cummyland?  He glanced
to the side of his bed and grunted at his Xbox and TV.  Yep.  Back home. 
Checking the wall calendar, Collin sighed in understanding.  It was the day
he had traveled to Cummyland.  Time in his world had not marched on.  Then,
with a sudden thought, the boy wondered what adventures he had missed out
on by failing to seize the initiative and escape when the moment had
presented itself?